ZackyV6661-1994

   The whole room was dark,  harsh breathing was mixed with whimpers of the muffled captives. There was a bar, maybe a cuff, that covered their mouths. No talking, no screaming. Only the harsh breaths of fear. They weren't sure how they got there, nor remember anything. It felt like hell. They were chained, cold, and left in the dark with no sign of being let out. That is until a sign on the iron wall lit up at the same time as the cuffs around their chapped lips opened.        TALK. They all started frantically jumbling words together, one quoting bibles verses, one speaking an foreign language, one begging release from the 'prison'. The

    The day past with ease. Jimmy was back at home, getting himself ready to pick Johnny up and take him to the park for a stroll and dinner. Sadly, he didn't have enough to take Johnny out for a big, fancy, candlelit dinner, but this will do.  As he stepped out of the door, his back pocket was buzzing and playing “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath. That song noted that it was is best friend; Brian. He shut the door and dug through his pocket, grabbing the phone and answering with a struggling, “Hello?”   “Hey, bro. Me and Matt are going to Zacky's for a cook out. You in?” Jimmy dared to say no. He loved hangi